I didn’t journal at all this month. Weird. (That’s not really a lesson, just something I noticed.)

I turned 21 this month, so I guess I know a bit about alcohol now.

Three year olds have this way of giving perspective just by existing. They learn new words. They try new things. They aren’t scared of failing or getting something wrong. They do what makes them happy.

I remember playing music and writing songs more than I do now. I miss it.

CALL. YOUR. GRANDPARENTS. (Ask them questions. Listen to their stories.)

If flowers make you happy, buy them. Paint them. Look at pictures of them. (I can’t help myself sometimes...)

“All the paths of the Lord are steadfast love and faithfulness.” |Psalm 25:10|

“Shout to the Lord” by Darlene Zschech will always be the realest jam. (Comment below if you feel me.)